Ronan slips one arm over Kylo's, holding on as Kylo traps him. With that embrace locking him in, there's little for Ronan to do but take every thrust Kylo gives him. It still hurts like hell, and every surge has Ronan shuddering and gasping, his eyes bright with fresh tears.

Still, there's nowhere he'd rather be. This is an exquisite torture.

"No one," Ronan moans in answer to the unfinished question. "My only master. No one could possibly..." The next few words are lost to whispers and hissing as pleasure sneaks through the pain, shocking him at his core.